Every man carries the seed of his own death, and you will not be more than a man. You will have everything; you cannot have more.

Every man carries the seed of his own death, and you will not be more than a man. You will have everything; you cannot have more.

The place for truth is not in the facts of a novel; it is in the feelings.

The gods only go with you if you put yourself in their path. And that takes courage.

...the floss-silk manes tossed up like the crest of a breaking wave....Light ran and glittered on them. They were obedient...you would have sworn...as the white horses of the wave crests are to pull of the moon.

the difficult art I was attempting had, indeed a powerful fascination, before which the past faded, the future receded, and the whole of experience narrowed down to this stretch of glancing, glimmering water, and the fly I was trying to cast across it.

To plant a garden is the chief of the arts of peace.